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The Train Cries

by Dawnell Harrison

The train cries as if its engine
is hooked to a crane.

A baby screams about
a blood-red fable and scrubs

the air raw.
The geese flutter

into the breeze —
they are searching

for a space without cries.
The dew appears

on the grass like
small diamonds
just cut for display.

Copyright © 2015 by Dawnell Harrison

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